Untitled (4-15-02)
by Nick Enloe
Clouds of grey smoke rising in the air like rain clouds and many random people
grazing noisily,
an endless mug of coffee grasped in my relaxed hand with a pink sugar packet
poured to sweeten,
the scrungy waiters taking orders while the infinite chatter of a group of
close friends continues,
the grey smoke reeks on my clothes as well as the roaming smell of fried food,
drinking bitter-sweet coffee although I've had ten cups with the taste of a
friends meal I selfishly helped myself to
Sitting Around
A lack of interesting things to do,
waiting for a friend to show,
working repetitiously for hours,
sitting on a long bus ride home.
Shyness keeps people from talking,
nodding and spacing out when they do.
Making up rap songs with a friend,
sit quietly daydreaming.
Fake a smile when people talk,
people ask why I'm so odd,
sit and talk of sports
guns and hick weapons,
maybe it's good I'm not included.
Getting nagged about what I'll do after I gaduate.
Wish I'd try something new,
that's my personality,
sitting here and drawing stupid nothings,
talking to myself,
taking tedious tests in school,
or just fall asleep.
Left us All
by Nick Enloe
alive like a warm summer night
made us all sting inside
dark yet childlike inside
each day a person reborn
silence after an A-bomb shrieks in our ears
she's a used car
old shoes in my closet
thirty years ago they'd understand why she's so messed up
now worn down like the plains
makes us think why
she's dependent to Him